Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Although it was confirmed that Alvin Vasak was not the only one in the church at the time, new questions arose.

Why are there horses here?

Why did Alvin come to Notre Dame alone in the dead of night?

And the problem that was not solved.

Who "killed" him?

Olga Marie fell into deep thought.

The next morning, when Marie Antoinette woke up, she was surprised to find

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, missing.

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PS1: I almost forgot to mention that there is a ghost story at the beginning of FHA, so please don’t consume it at night.

…I think I said that.

PS2: Sleep

Chapter 146: Short-lived, be yourself again

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. Please return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, fold up the small table, and adjust the seat back to the normal position. Please confirm again that your personal computers and electronic devices must be turned off or in flight mode. Please make sure that your carry-on items are properly placed. We will dim the cabin lights later."

When the reminder sound of Google's mother's grass sounded on this flight, he was gently woken up by the person next to him.

"...Alan, we're in Paris."

It sounds like a female voice, and it seems like she recognizes me?

He opened his eyes slightly, subconsciously testing the intensity of the light. Light shone in from the window, but fortunately it did not shine into his eyes, which allowed him to adapt to the external environment very comfortably.

As he gradually adapted, the plane was flying downward through the clouds, and the feeling of gravity made him completely sober.

"How long have I slept?"

"One hour."

Although I don't know what's going on, it seems like a dream or something like that. After all, I was in the church before this.

Did I fall asleep while standing?

"what time is it now?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, half an hour to Paris."

...What a familiar voice.

He turned half of his face to the side, and suddenly found a pretty face close to him while he was half asleep and half awake. She had fair and smooth skin, a slight blush on her face, and she smiled with her head down in the gentle sunshine.

"Romani?"

"You look surprised."

Something is wrong.

He took out a cell phone from the bag in front of his seat. The model of the cell phone was not the BlackBerry BB10 that he bought in London before leaving for Chaldea, but the Nokia N2005 originally released in 91. He bought a train ticket to Southampton specifically to steal this cell phone.

I remember that I had only been to France twice. One time was when I went to bid for the relics of Joan of Arc at the Magic Association Clock Tower in Lyon, and the other time was in 2009, when I went there with people around me.

"What's going on here? Going back in time?"

You said that I was saving humanity in France, but how come I changed after visiting Notre Dame de Paris?

Laxative, I'm in Paris, just got off the plane, there are many people in the circle, so I'm hiding.

"Alan, what are you mumbling? You were the one who said you would take me to Paris for a few days, so why are you talking about time going backwards?"

Well, although she had been to Paris before, she was an exchange student from the Medical School of the University of Zurich and spent the whole day in the library and laboratory. This was her first time to come here as a tourist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport 70. The temperature outside is degrees Fahrenheit. The plane is taxiing. For the safety of you and others, please do not stand up yet... Thank you for choosing British Airways. See you on your next trip!"

"By the way, Romani, have you ever been to Paris before?"

"I have been here, what's wrong?"

"But why do you seem to understand nothing?"

They stood at the entrance of the subway station with their suitcases. When buying subway tickets, Alvin, no, Alexander Allen asked questions but Romani knew nothing about them.

“Well, there are many reasons for this.”

"I understand." He immediately bought a ticket for Line 6 from the ticket machine. Romani was smart about big things but confused about small things, so Allen never interfered with her.

So fine.

"Line 6 goes to the th District. There are many old residential areas there, all of which are to years old. What are you doing there, Alan?"

"You know that," he said unhappily. "I just went to try my luck."

"Luck? What luck?"

"A noble person once funded me when I was in the most difficult time. The receipt on the letter was from Paris. Now I want to try my luck."

"The subway is coming," she said.

If this is really a dream, then it is really a wonderful journey. It is such a wonderful thing to travel with the person I love again and spend the last thirteen days of my vacation in the city of Paris. Nothing can be better than this.

And, he took back the name Alexander Allen, which he had sealed with his own hands.

"Romani, why do I feel like there's something wrong with them?"

"What's wrong? Do you think you're playing Resident Evil?" She talked about the game Alan had been playing these days. She had to admit that Capcom's level was so good back then that now they are constantly indulging in rehashing old games.

"I ask you, what do the clothes they wear look like to you?"

Allen's eyes were serious, and she stopped Romani from asking, "Is there something wrong with the people in the subway car?" She looked around and didn't find anything strange.

"It's just that ordinary look."

"Yeah......"

Is there something wrong with my eyes? He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, nothing changed.

"Is there sand in your eyes? Do you want to use eye drops?" Romani's concerned voice came. He hadn't felt her care for a long time.

But he has no regrets.

After everything in the singularity is over, he will go back to being that Allen, waiting for her, and living a simple and happy life together.

"It's okay." Alan waved his hand.

It seems that this is just my own problem, he said, looking at the passengers in the carriage who were wearing eighteenth-century clothes, wearing various products of the twenty-first century, and chatting about Louis XIV.

Only then did he remember that his cell phone was not turned on. A few seconds later, the sound of a Nokia turning on was heard in the subway car.

"By the way, Romani, let me see your watch."

She stretched out her slender hand. Her fingers were long and thin. The veins were clearly visible under her fair skin. Some of them were slightly protruding and had a faint blue color. The quartz watch was there, with a thin black strap wrapped around her green wrist, making her wrist look very slender.

Alan held it. At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to have hands as soft as catkins and a face as beautiful as the flowers of Shunde.

She stretched out her slender white hands, revealing the shape of her snow-white wrists.

"The ancients did not deceive me."

"Don't be so picky about the time." Romani's face tilted slightly to one side, and his ears turned red for some reason.

"Okay." He pressed the confirm button, and the adjusted time appeared on the small screen of the keypad machine.

When Alan pressed OK, the date was 2009/7/1, but after he turned off the screen, the largest column changed.

①⑦⑧⑨/⑦/①

PS1: ZTMJL, I am such a genius.

PS2: If you have played FHA, you probably know what it means, after all, so many hints have been given before.

Chapter 147 When You Wake Up and Find Yourself a Father

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Alan is no longer surprised.

A group of people dressed in eighteenth-century costumes use twenty-first-century electronic devices and talk to each other about the army entering Paris to maintain law and order.

Well, it's just a super-stitched monster.

"I was thinking about having a good talk with Leader One."

After all, this is my close "friend" when I was playing Paradox games. When I first came into contact with this kind of game, I was beaten by him. But I didn't expect that this person really existed. The Swedish stupid donkey never lied to me.

Although he didn't know why the content of the conversation Romani heard was completely different from his own, judging from the fact that the earliest troops to arrive in Paris were still stationed outside the city, it seemed that it would be the same whether they were there or not.

When they took the escalator out of the station, the afternoon sun shone on them. It was long and warm at this time. The warm sun shone on her, highlighting her gentleness and tranquility.

Unfortunately, these are all dreams. When Alan thought of this, his eyes dimmed a little.

"Where are we going?" She was not familiar with this old residential area, so she could only turn to Allen, who had suggested this.

"Go east." Alan dragged his suitcase down the stairs. He had to prove something.

Although the 16th arrondissement is an old residential area, the appearance of these houses is not actually "old". On the contrary, there are still many people living here. It is said to be old because these buildings were built a long time ago. Most of them were built in the 18th century when capital was booming.

He walked here with ease, passing through the streets and alleys, and it didn't look like he was here for the first time.

Romani had a lot of questions in his heart that he wanted to ask him, but when he wanted to speak them out, he didn't know what to say.

"arrive."

She raised her head. Alan brought her to a two-story villa. He stood at the door, looking at the rusty house number, staring at it for a long time.

There was no trace of any words on the doorplate, but there was a nail under the doorplate with a bunch of keys hanging on it. If Romani could not understand what had happened at this point, then her identity as Solomon would be in vain.

"I'm sorry, Romani, I thought..."

"I know, that must be someone very important to you, right?"

"......Yes."

"She handed this place over to you, otherwise she wouldn't have left this bunch of keys."

"It's nothing, Alan. Many people sell or rent out their houses when they reach a certain age, and then use the money to travel around the world."

"I know."

They were just traveling to a faraway place, Alan consoled himself.

Yes, that's it, we'll see each other again one day.

With this thought in mind, he took out the key and opened the wooden door that was originally closed.

After entering the door, there is an exquisite courtyard. There is a pond in the courtyard, which is extremely quiet. There are evergreen plants planted all year round. Large areas of lush and tender green come into view, making people feel a little cool in this early summer evening. Not far away, there are more than a dozen pots of seasonal flowers with elegant colors around the fountain. In the center, a mermaid-shaped sculpture stands gracefully. The white marble shines with golden orange light in the twilight, adding a bit of soft beauty to the mermaid's bright profile.

The door in the courtyard is carved with patterned sculptures, the shutters are made of copper, and there is a small-leaf banyan tree planted by the wall. Now is the time when it is growing most pleasingly, with a grand crown and everything seems to be the same as it was in the past, but the white swing frame has disappeared without a trace.

Alan inserted the key into the door hole and turned it to the left twice. Then, with a crisp "click", the door opened.

The layout of the house remained the same as it was back then, except for some empty spaces filled with modern household appliances. They were placed so perfectly that he didn't feel any sense of disobedience at all.

The light was turned on by Romani. The dim yellow light came through the lampshade, coating the high sofa back with a layer of light gold.

"Are you actually... ready?" Alan lay on the bed she once slept on. The pillow still had a faint scent of lavender. He felt unbelievable. "

In this house, time seemed to be forbidden, yet it seemed to flow. The first thing I did after putting down my luggage was to rush to the bathroom, rinse my face three times with cold water, and then pinch my face hard. After I was sure that I felt the pain, not only did my doubts not disappear, but they became more.

He was absolutely certain that before he woke up from the plane, he was in front of the iconic stained glass window of Notre Dame de Paris, and the time was indeed June 6th.

So what went wrong?

Alan was thinking this but couldn't come up with any solution. Just when he was about to take out his Nokia to play two games of Snake to divert his attention, when the phone screen lit up, his hands were shaking.

①⑦⑧⑨/⑦/①

When setting the date for a Nokia phone, the largest year is 1980, and all years above that are not included. According to common sense, this is impossible. Most people would probably take their phones in for warranty repair when seeing this.

But Alan is different.

He knew exactly what this meant.

There is still hope, everything can still be saved.